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[ghostharasser]

"Hey! You've reached Dipper's Omen, Alcaid! Sorry I couldn't pick up! Leave a message after the Ḇ̷͍͑̐ͯ̈́̚̚e̾ͭͫ҉̻̰̻̤̠̭̩ȩ̜͍̐̐̑͛ͪ̒͐e̡͍̬̭̙͔͈ͪͦͤ̆p͋͊͊͏̪͖̭̤̞"

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[Action][Boardwalk]

[ghostharasser]

Mabel! Mabel!

[Is Mabel enjoying a peaceful ice cream on the boardwalk? Perhaps it is her twelfth sundae today? Whatever she was doing, it gets interrupted by the sound of her brother calling her name. Not long after, the thudding of his frantic steps is close behind and he weaves his way out of the crowd to get to her.]

[...]

[About ten feet away his foot hits an uneven board and he slams into the deck face first as gracelessly and loudly as usual. So, you know it must be important, at least!]

I'm okay!

[sparklehorror]

[Thirteenth, actually. She's just on the edge of that line where she's going to have an ice cream hangover all night long, but that's fine. It's been a great day! She's unsquidded, found her family, and found some good friends too, and those sorts of nice things tend to infect Mabel with a whole lot of manic energy. An ice cream hangover will be a great way to wind down before bed.

Ah, but here comes Dipper, crashing all about as always. Mabel watches him with zero concern whatsoever; he is trained to announce that he's fine explicitly so that everyone around him can go through life without having heart attacks about it. If Dipper ever falls flat on his face and stays quiet, then she'll worry.

As it is, she kicks her feet, idly.]

Hey, Dipper. What's up?

[ghostharasser]

[Predictably, Dipper picks himself right back up, wobbling a little, and finishes his stride over to her. He slams his hands down on the nearest surface between them, eyes wide with that sort of manic energy that comes when Dipper is eager to test something.]

We need to try Twin ESP again! I think it might work this time!

un: trienemybest; text - 3am early september

[droptheious]

Do twins ever realise that one of them was unplanned?

1/????? Who knows

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Done

[ghostharasser]

dude what the f

[droptheious]

[Sorry, Dipper, he hasn't even thought it would be a disturbing thought until about right this second. Oops.]

Sorry. I was thinking about it and thought maybe you'd know the answer.

I'm gonna guess probably not.

Text | un: diggs | early September-- some ungodly hour at night

[justoscar]

I think I'm gonna get stuck as an owl if I can't get some Actual Sleep. Bad news: coughing up balls of rat skeletons. Good news: warm hugs??

Text | un: alcaid

[ghostharasser]

Have you actually tried to eat a rat in owl-form? What did that taste like?

text; late october

[entreats]

You have been invited for Ruby Rose's birthday party!

The party will be held at the house Ruby lives in over in the Gaze district. [ There's an address included, or just general directions, along with the time the party starts. ] Feel free to dress up or not - you know Ruby won't mind either way. You're also free to bring a present if you want to. If you want to bring one, but you're having trouble thinking of what to get her, you can ask me, I guess.

.. Or Oscar. Actually, ask Oscar.

[ Please don't make her talk to people. ]

Let's do our best to make it fun for Ruby. She's had a really crappy time around this time last year, and I know she would love to be surrounded by her friends.

( ooc: the log for the party can be found over here! )

text; a written letter/package backdated to around to early October

[monoceroscaeli]

[The package the letter is attached to is relatively small, but incredibly sturdy. Like the sender really didn't want whatever was inside to break. The letter enclosed is short, and reads:]

Dear Dipper,

I've enclosed something for you to aid you along with your research into ghosts. Please take care of it, she resisted and would happily rip the skin right off your bones.

I also would like to tell you that your mirror still has a 100% capture rate.

Sincerely,

Childe

[There is a silver mirror with a ghost inside of it that looks like a former nurse from Lumenwood, her head nearly severed off her neck and her arms lopped off by a certain someone's hydro vision.]

a return letter and package

[ghostharasser]

[He got a letter!? Holy crap! What a great thing to wake up to! Letter writing is such an underutilized art, honestly.]

[The package is. Uh. Well. Not what he expected, but! But it's still really cool! This is a particularly gruesome looking ghost and she looks pissed to be trapped, so Dipper handles the mirror with care, aiming to banish her properly later.]

[Once that's all taken care of Dipper writes Childe a reply, using some stationary he got from the shop Mabel has been helping out with, and using the fountain pen she got for him. He's extremely excited, Childe.]



Dear Childe,

I've received your package and have examined the contents. Thank you for the murder ghost! She will be handled with care and then banished as soon as we're done with our research. Thanks a ton for catching her!

As a reward for your contribution, I've enclosed a box of cookies. If you catch anymore ghosts, please let me know!

Sincerely,

Dipper Pines.

[Childe will find a small box of fresh cookies, decorated for Halloween.]

Christmas Delivery

[lightthedarkness]

[Wrapped up in a bright red and white box is a plate of bought snowflake cookies and a men's bracelet and the vials can be filled with Dipper's choosing.

Attached is a note with a little rabbit doodle:]

Happy Holidays!
Love,
Usagi

Late February | Action???

[justoscar]

Unbidden-- Dipper would find an Oscar knocking against his dreams.

Ordinary circumstances would have had Oscar being more polite, with planning ahead of time and none of the frantic lingering which the young man was doing in his astral form. Even in his disembodied form, Oscar acted like he was still in one. His legs were hugged against his chest, his shaggy hair was unbound, and one glance at his face would reveal that Oscar was seeing something far beyond ordinary human capabilities.

He needed a place to rest, and a place to hide. February, the supposed month of romance, had wrought far more unneeded drama and chaos than anyone had expected...

Oscar didn't even have words for it.

Possibly, none even existed.

Action

[ghostharasser]

Dipper had spent a good chunk of this month busy with his own research and studies. It's not that he was feeling particularly anti-social, it's just that he had a lot of things to test and play with and as a result, he hadn't been as visible on the network or around town.

He hadn't had any calls for Ghost Harassing, either. It's just as well. Around this time last year, Dipper was dealing with the fall out from Bill, too. All the more reason to hyperfocus on something else for a bit.

He's catching a nap at his desk when Oscar comes knocking. Now a little more experienced with his powerset, Dipper recognizes it for what it is and, after a moment when he determines its Oscar, Dipper wastes no time letting him in.

The shift is sudden but gentle. Oscar will find himself sitting on the grass of a familiar forest of pines. Twilight is around them, painting the skies in purples and blues. The wind blows just barely, and the sound of soft footsteps approach.

"Oscar?" The worry is thick in his voice as he closes the distance.

text | un: diggs | Late March

[justoscar]

[He had seen Ford's post, and he knew what he needed to do afterward. Later that evening, Dipper would receive a message:]

I've got scrap wood and a lighter. Where do you want to go?

text | un: alcaid

[ghostharasser]

[It takes him a few minutes to answer. He was debating whether or not he wanted the company, or if he wanted to continue to hole up in his room. He makes a decision quick enough.]

My lamp. Near the woods.

text; un: doublehedgedsword

[laminae]

[As soon as Fern heard about Stan going back into the ocean his mind jumped straight to Dipper. Having been on the receiving end of more than a few father figures leaving him he's incredibly concerned, and doesn't hesitate to contact him.]

dude i'm so sorry
do you need to punch something

text | un: alcaid

[ghostharasser]

[Yeah, Dipper's taking it about as well as you'd expect.]

Yeah. Actually, I think I could really punch something right now.

un: trienemybest; text

[droptheious]

It's pointless asking if you're okay but do you need a distraction? I've got like a hundred potentially dangerous experiments you're welcome to come help me work on.

Or if you wanna avoid everyone for a while, I can loan you my pocket dimension room.

text | un: alcaid

[ghostharasser]

I could really use something at risk of exploding, yeah.

[After a moment, he debates if he should even broach the elephant in the room here. He honestly doesn't think he wants to talk about it, it'll just make him upset again.]

Thanks, Varian.